Her eyes flitted open. When had she fallen asleep? Where had she fallen asleep? Oh yes, the truck. The back seat. After another lovely encounter with Mr. This, however, was not his truck, and the seat she found herself propped on, not the one she had been fucked on earlier that evening.
Her ass was damp, and her skin stuck to the material. Not plush, not soft. Slick and only warm from the warmth of her own skin. Her eyes adjusted. The room was nearly empty. The floor concrete. And she realized. The weight bench. Of course. She was back in the garage. This time in a much more comfortable position, but still tied. Wrists behind the bench, ankles tucked under and secured. Her dress had been pushed around her waist so that her bare ass and thighs sat staunchly on the vinyl that did nothing to hold her wetness. The left over remnants from the earlier tryst. A mix of her own juices with his cum, now pooled in front of her pussy. And yet she still felt full. Something was inside of her. Something she couldn't identify by feel alone.
She chanced a slight wiggle of her hips to get a better feel. It was rounded, no harsh edges. The mystery turned her on, and she shifted again so that her weight could help her feel the object better. Whatever it was, it felt wonderful, and she began to rock her hips as much as she could, unaware of the water glass next to her feet. It tipped, sending ice cold water over her toes and echoing the sound of the glass against the concrete floor. Shit. That was loud. Too loud.
She held her breath, waiting. Was anyone home? Seconds felt like hours. And then she heard it. A slight shuffling noise right outside the door. Was it him? She listened, straining her ears against the silence. Nothing. She sighed. And the object inside her sprang to life. Rippling vibrations too intense to enjoy. Her breath jumped from her lips before she could stop it, heavy pants made louder in the empty room. Fuck. What the fuck was this?
And then it stopped. The light went out. Pitch black, letting her know that it was late. Too late for even moonlight to grace the small windows. The barely audible creak of the door opening sent her mind reeling. She watched as an infinitesimal strip of light hit the floor, and then disappeared as a shadow moved across it, too quickly to identify its shape. Then it was dark again. And quiet. For seethingly long minutes she waited, barely daring to breath.
She jumped as a she felt something brush her thigh. Gasped.
"shhhh," she heard whispered directly in front of her, but lower than her own face. She felt the warm of breath on her flesh and goosebumps erupted over its entirety. And then lips on her inner thigh, cheeks pushed between them, rough. And then his tongue, so barely touching her lips, and then spreading them. Pushing into her clit slowly, deliberately.
The breath escaped her lungs silently as her hips rolled back to let him in. The vibrations began anew, but gentler this time. She was already close. His tongue traced her opening, and made its way higher again, pressing harder this time, massaging with perfection.
Her body flexed, strained against her ties, wrists and ankles burning from the tension.
She chanced a whisper.
"Can I cum?"
"Not yet."
Still he did not stop. She clenched her teeth to stop the inevitable. Tried to take her mind off of the glorious feeling of him kissing her pussy. It was no use. She was going to cum. And then what would her punishment be?
Her hips thrust hard against his mouth and she felt his fingers push deep inside her. Fuck. She couldn't stand it. She came in crushing waves into his hand, rocking forward with each breaker, until his palm was full and she was limp against the bench.
He switched hands quickly. Before she could catch her breath, the fingers of his right hand were in her mouth, demanding to be sucked clean, while his left hand worked its fingers around the toy and hard against her cervix. He slid the fingers in her mouth back so that her head was pressed against the bench, the tips in her throat until she gagged, and he felt her pussy tighten around his left hand.
"You weren't supposed to cum yet. Now, you need to cum again, immediately or there will be consequences."
She was helpless, but began her hip rocking against his fingers as the vibrations increased. She was almost there. Almost.
"Cum, Now!" he spat in a harsh whisper.
She rocked forward, so close. Almost.
He removed his fingers from her pussy and her mouth.
"Too late." he whispered.
The vibrations were turned all the way up, unbearable again.
She squirmed against the unrelenting sensation, unable to escape it.
"Next time you'll do as you're told, won't you?" he asked right next to her ear.
"Ye-yes." she mustered.
"Yes what?" he ordered.
